Has DJ Capricorn woken up yet?
Perhaps. Perhaps not.
I can't tell.
I've counted the passage of time in bathroom breaks... and I feel like I've taken too few of them.
All of my waste comes out in sweat.
All of my pensiveness and paranoia...
The pent-up tears, like bullets. Every single one of them rattling against the inner surfaces of my skull.
The past is a migraine, rolled into a coarse thread and pulled out both canals at once. My brain screams with each note that I mutate, morph, and mutilate into a semblance of new noise.
Centuries ago, this was easy. But now that I'm having to piece it all together—to jury rig the jigsaw into something resembling the portrait of a pony who's spent all her career being dead...
I feel like all the hollow corners of me are being filled with pins and needles. It hurts to move, and each disc spin makes me bleed internally.
Did I ever think that this would somehow be easy?
I tell myself "just one more track."
"Just one more sample mixing" and I'll go out for a walk.
Go out to breathe.
Go out to run screaming through the streets until the magenta crushes my skull to a pulp—a final release, relief...
But something hooks me. Is it the sound? Is it the color?
It's not that the violet is intoxicating. It's familiar, yes, but how do I even know it's good?
Because it hurts so damn much.
Celestia on a bike...
I feel everything slipping away. Every minute and every hour. I'm pieces of porcelain with every chipped edge facing north... and yet I'm jamming them all into a round hole with hopes that it'll all fit.
Goddess help me. This is such a train wreck. I shouldn't have pretended that there was actual hope in finishing this.
Finishing this means one thing and one thing only: finishing me.
And by the way everything's bleeding—the sound, the noise, the scratching in my skull—I think I'd much prefer the freezing river instead.
And yet, I don't leave.
I don't burst out the doors to Capricorn's apartment.
Heaven help me, I'm a sweaty, heaving heap. I must smell like a landfill. Bums would have better sense than to let themselves cook under such intense insanity incubation.
I shouldn't have to do all of this on my own.
Capricorn's here.
I should let her share the weight... like I let Lyra do.
Not all of my studio work is technically "mine." Even out on tour, I'm not myself without Roadie Beau acting as my better half.
And yet... I can't bring myself to summon her.
Just like how I can't bring myself to think of Tavi.
This is painful and this is pathetic.
Because it's about me... and I've let her rot for far too long. Cleaning up all the festering sours leaves a nauseating stench in the air, and I inhale it with each breath. The rot melts inside my veins, spreads through every organ, and bleeds out my skin with this slick sweat.
All the while, my limbs are moving... the horn is glowing...
...and something mystical is growing. Coalescing. Germinating into a monstrosity too thunderous for my ears.
And yet, somehow I know that... within months... weeks... days...
...I'll be listening to this beast anyways.
Will she kill me or will she torture me?
I suppose only time will tell... and that's what keeps me awake right now.
Seven years and twelve ballads into this venture, and I'm still standing on the edge.
The beat goes on. My heart throbs. And I cling to the turntable to stay afloat.
I have to get this done.
I have to finish it... finish her... finish me...
I have... have...
The struggle is real. Oh, so real.
Well technically she spent most of her career making beautiful songs and just "died" on stage...
Or is she talking about herself? Or even her "whole" self?
This is still one of my favorite terms/exclamations.
Nice pick for a "struggling" sounding song, btw.
You have to sleep.
"Celestia on a bike"
I feel an odd urge to draw this, and it will be hilarious.
Gah! Vinyl, hold on! Don't get yourself killed, but don't give up in yourself either. You can do it!
6780618 Do it, you magnificent creature.
What if it sucks ass
Passed out in exhaustion from overwork most likely.
Gods, Vinyl. Killing yourself through neglect is about the same as killing yourself by jumping; just that one of them is faster.
6780618 Share results on this story please.
"I have totally never worked myself to exhaustion for the sake of desperately trying to recapture lost love."
~He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
6780812 But the other leaves behind a legacy that amazes millions for generations to come. Just ask most of the members of the 27 Club (Janis Joplin, Kurt Cobain, and many more)
Pushing yourself is beneficial. Pushing yourself too hard.. not so much.
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Why do I feel like it should be a meme pic that says, "Fuck da police"?
Alright, Vinyl. Finish it then. Hurryitup. I'm getting an itch here! I want to see this resolved!
Ten bits says that Capricorn finds Vinyl passed out from hypoglycaemia (drinking nothing but Dr Pony for days is not good for you). The only bit I'm not sure about is whether Octavia will be there too. Maybe Capricorn is missing because she's looking for her?
Geez, I don't think I could hack Vinyl's detox program.
Intensity intensifies
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[[intensity intensifies] intensifies]
SEVEN YEARS--
Was that a time skip?!
6781774 No. She's referring to the seven years shes been living with Tavi after her accident. This story has a LOT of metaphors. But its not that hard to keep up if you look at it the right way.
I would say that I think she's going to talk, but...
I HAVE NO IDEA!
I LOVE FANFICTION! ONLY HERE DO YOU GET THE ANTICIPATION OF NEW CHAPTERS!
Aaaand kidney stone.
And then, she dies.
THE END.
and then she faints
6780618 we shall be awaiting a link, at the very least
6780618 I once found a picture of celestia flying a motorcycle across the sky. Closest I`ve seen, but not what I picture when someone says Celestia on a bike, I figure a proper bicycle, maybe on a ride through the park, or during some formal get-together with a bunch of stuck up nobles. Because it seems like the sort of thing she'd do.
Regardless if you draw celestia on a bike, I agree with the rest, share it.
6791437 ...I believe you may mean this picture?
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Whew, Vinyl, Vine, girl take a break! Don't die on us ;v; me heart can't take it!
Good chapter.